A River Reawakened
In September 2011, I stood on a river overlook with children from my daughters elementary school, all of us transfixed by a giant jackhammer pounding cement to rubble. Below us, a waterfall raged through the first notch carved in the Lower Elwha Dam, as dust rose in the September sunshine, drifting over Douglas fir and cedar crowns. Trees were the only spectators old enough to remember when the Elwha River ran free, a century earlier.
The rest of us stood in awe, watching the worlds largest dam removal to date, feeling time start to spin in reverse.